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Ever since I can remember,
it was always my sister and me against the big bad world.
I am telling you guys.
You are so gonna dig our new crib.
It's really cool.
So far, I counted 7 pawn shops...
and 11 liquor stores.
No. You're gonna love it.
It's got way more space than our other place.
It's got really cool shopping. Nearby, there's a mall.
And it's a chance for us to make a fresh start.
It's gonna be kick-ass.
Can you please not say "kick-ass"?
Or "dig" or, you know, "crib"?
Okay, Beth.
Sorry that I don't know the lingo. Sorry that I'm not so hip.
Can I go live with my dad?
No.
I honestly can't remember a time
when my sister and I didn't cling to each other like velcro.
God, we slept in the same crib till we were 4.
Bobby didn't show up till boyfriend 5.
Maybe 6.
He's 7. Whew!
Okay.
You gotta get up and help me out. Can't do it all by myself.
- As if. - Come on, Sandra.
Okay.
- Coming to get you. - Oh, shit!
You gotta get off me, freak.
Why's so glum, chum? Smile.
Our new shack is...
shall we say "uninspired".
- Oh, don't be sad. - I am sad.
Because I hate it, I hate it. P-p- please.
Get off me. Look!
Okay.
I say that we do a "what-if".
You know, like, like what if...
there is a hidden laboratory in the basement?
And not, unlike imaginings from Mary Shelley,
we build the perfect monster.
Did you say the perfect mother?
What's up, baby girls?
We gotta do way less unpacking
and way more buying you guys shit at the mall.
- Yes. - That's just impractical.
Strawberry cupcakes. Your favorite.
She's so sweet. I like her.
No.
- Boring. - Namaste.
Hmm, we kinda need that.
The spirital thing would get on my nerves.
Love the Chanel suit. Money!
- Money is good. - Money!
Money is important; but,...
Oh my God!
That's you, in 20 years, you know?
So many moms, so little time.
All of them good.
None of them perfect.
- I-I'm not, I-I... - Yeah, but she looks hot.
I don't even think that's her face. I mean...
Stop it.
Hey.
I know that moving again was the last thing you girls needed.
And I'm so sorry, we had to do it again.
But, I know this is gonna sound really corny,
I really believe...
that we can overcome anything together.
Okay, okay can we keep her?
Look, the babies are dead. What happened?
Sometimes, when a hamster mom feels like her babies are in danger, she'll kill them.
So, they won't have to go through the pain of someone else doing it.
You see, not many kids have had to deal with the things we've had to deal with.
So, there aren't really many people out there who can understand us.
I mean, all we've really got...
all we'll ever really have is each other.
Meet the neighbors.
Yes!
Whoa!
- Welcome home. - Ta da da da!
- Whoa! - Yeah!
See, it really is gonna be great here.
- Are you shitting me? - Language, Beth.
They gave me graveyard tonight. But, I... I guess that's a start, right?
If you weren't working, you'd be making "duck-à-l'orange", right?
I'm really trying.
And I would appreciate just a little bit of positivity from you.
Okay.
- Oh! - Good bye.
- Wish me good luck. - Good luck!
Thanks.
Now, when you've lived in as many places as we have,
you develop an ability to make yourself at home
faster than the average Josephine.
And most crucial of all interior design elements is lighting.
Oh, God.
I mean, good lighting can hide anything.
Okay. So,...
what do you think?
Hottie or nottie?
Sometimes, I'm amazed we share the same genetic material.
Didn't answer the question.
I've always known I was destined for greatness.
And seinior year, that's when the clock starts ticking.
I mean, if you're gonna win the Nobel prize, a Pulitzer, and an Oscar,
this is when you gotta start bringing it.
You know Beth?
You are just a junior.
Okay? A little tiny caterpillar
who can't even begin to appreciate
the magnatude of my butterflyness.
Okay?
You will some day.
Everybody I know has always thought,
why would something big ever happen to me?
And I've always thought,
well, why wouldn't it?
Suit yourself.
Oh.
Wow! That's dark.
You want the limelight, I want to be in twilight.
Actually, I'd settle for just a single spotlight.
Come here. I'm gonna drink your blood!
It's amazing what one little summer break can do.
I mean, I almost forgot how "Banana Republic"
depended on our popsters around here.
Oh my God! He is so fetching!
You think that I'll have a shot with him, now that I got the new... look?
Yeah, Sandra.
I'm told the captain of the football team is dying
to take the slutty welfare chick to prom.
Oh yes, he's dating Ashley.
Or whoever. I'd disown you if you actually went out on a date with that stump.
Goth boy, ten O'Clock.
I think that's Justin Ross.
You know a guy 10 years,
you only wanna blow him when he starts wearing mascara.
It's amazing what a little summer break can do.
You know what to do.
What's with her?
Who's seeing you now?
Come on. First day of school!
Isn't that like so cute when juniors fall in love?
- So cute. - Yeah.
So your mom moved to Wales over the summer break;
but, the two of you moved in with your aunt
because she still lives in the school district?
Yeah, yeah. We uh, we discussed it as a family
and we came to the conclusion that since I'm now a senior and Beth here is a junior,
- that it would be best if, you know, we... - So,...
if I were to call your aunt right now,
she'd say, the two of you were living with her?
- Such should be the case. - We cannot tell lies.
Your grades,...
are uh...
excellent.
Yeah well, we uh, we actually both speak four different languages,
English, of course,
French, uh Dutch,
and something that we made up when we were younger.
Umgursta, Beth?
Ain dach lostren vor, Sandra.
- Inside joke. - Well, wherever you live,
Armstrong's always happy to keep its "A" students. So...
I guess everything stays the same.
Yeh!
On the path to greatness,
one can't be afraid to draw a little attention to oneself.
So, I'm like, why?
I mean, he's the psychiatrist.
He's 12 years older than me.
He got me pregnant, and yet, I'm being kicked out of group?
I mean, isn't that what happened?
Yeah, there was this whole big thing with the A.P.A.
- It was crazy. - Uh-huh. Exactly.
So then, I'm like, you know what?
Do whatever you want. But, I need privacy.
Come on. Is any of that true?
Define true.
- Oh, my god. - Exactly.
How was work?
Okay. You know, um...
Some doc thought I... messed up a blood draw, but...
I'll get better.
I got your back, sister.
Thanks for taking such good care of us.
You're welcome.
You're the best.
Bye, Beth.
I can't belive she's blowing off Bobby's parents-teacher's meeting.
She's not blowing it off, okay?
I offered to go for her.
Wait, what?
- She has a shift. - She wasn't even wearing her uniform.
Yeah, I know. She's getting changed there.
And did you see how she looked?
When has she ever gotten all hoe-up like that for work?
So, given all that...
he's quite a bit behind the rest of the students in a few subjects.
Yeah, um, you know I'm not really comfortable putting Bobby on any drugs.
Maybe, this is a conversation I should be having with your mother.
I can assure you I'm going to be relaying all this to her.
You're drunk.
Where's the bottle?
- Oh my God, Mom! - No.
Don't take that. That's... oh.
Oh.
Shit, you have an 8 o'clock shift this morning!
No, I don't. It's too early.
- It's 9:00. - You weren't even working last night!
Okay, you just missed Bobby's parent-teacher thing so you could party!
Huh?
This is not okay!
You have a family that needs you.
- I guess it kinda lapses. - Yeah.
You know, the...
the move and the new job, and I'm already fucking that up.
I'm already fucking up the job.
But, I'm sorry.
And I'll try harder, I will. Because I'm...
I'm letting you down, aren't I?
Again.
Okay, Mom.
Come here.
It's okay.
Okay.
I know this is gonna sound corny;...
but, I believe in you.
And I believe...
that we can get through anything...
together.
Bobby, go back to your room.
Well, if it isn't the hardest working mom in show biz.
Beth, go run her a bath, okay? She has an 8 o'clock shift.
Yeah, that's happening. What you...?
I'm sorry.
That's okay.
So,...
she had relapsed.
But,...
- she said she's gonna try harder. - Well,...
if she said she's gonna try harder then...
We've been through this so many times.
I know.
I can't fool myself anymore.
Bad stuff's coming.
It's okay.
How's your dad doing?
Yeah, I remember he used to drive car pool in second grade.
Always listened to Guns and Roses.
Yeah, well.
He's alive and well and living with his preferred family. So...
But, enough about me.
I wanna know more about this Dark Lord thing that you're going through.
I don't know.
It's like one day, I realized that
I wasn't who I was because I decided to be that way.
You know?
Like I was just following into steps or something.
So, outcame the eyeliner?
Better than being like everyone else.
Yeah, you got that right.
You know, my pathic father always wanted to be an architect?
Yeah, still does. And he...
still talks about it and everything.
But, he never did anything about it.
He never even tried!
Now, he's just another office drone on Paxil.
Do you really think it's that easy?
Changing your whole life like that?
Whatever.
Look, buttom line, if you don't like how things are...
do something to make them better.
I guess.
I am going to get a non-liquor lemonade. So,...
I guess you want something stronger?
I'm good.
- Hi. - Hi.
Aren't you that chick that hooked up with her...
therapist?
You see, I wouldn't really call the hook-up.
I mean, we were together for like 6 months. So,...
Oh.
I want to buy you a beer.
Oh, thank you. But, you know, bun in the oven. So...
Oh! Right.
- Bye. - Totally.
Look, I don't know what your deal is.
But, you can't just die your hair blue, dress like a slutbag,
and expect to be the shit all of a sudden.
- It doesn't work that way. - Doesn't it, though?
I know you too well, Sandra.
I'm not buying your bullshit pregnant story.
Okay, you know what, Ashley? You know what?
Our whole lives, you've been prettier than me,
and richer than me. I mean, look at your house!
You have two parents who treat you like a princess,
your little brother who doesn't think that yours his mother,
and you don't move to a crappier place every year.
So, you know what? Just...
I'm listening.
All I wanted this year...
was for guys to look at me.
I can drink to that.
Awesome.
Wow! Looks like you and Ashley are new BFFs.
I guess so.
And I'm pleased as punch...
that you're not totally fricking depressed for a change.
I mean, admit it.
Admit it, you had something resembling a good time.
Just say it.
I-I thought it was pretty snazzy.
- Snazzy? - Snazzy.
- Well... - I did.
New house, new year, my sister's in love.
Everything needs even that alot. I mean, I...
Oh my God!
Oh my God. Seriously, Mom? It's school night.
Come on, Bobby. Put that down.
Come on.
Let's go to bed.
Geez, Mom. You're loaded again?
I am sorry. I am a shitty mom.
Oh, God!
Mom?
Mom? Mom, why is the door locked?
Mom, open the door!
Mom!
Oh!
Oh my God! Mom, Mom.
Mom, no! Stop!
What are you doing?
No, no, no. Please, don't do this.
Everything's gonna be OK, okay?
Please, please.
I'm sorry, I'll do better. Please.
Don't go blaming yourself, kido.
You've been everything a mother could hope for in a daughter.
It's just her time.
No.
Why not?
You'd be so much better off without me.
No, that's not true.
- It's true. - No, it's not.
I'm sorry.
Everything is gonna be OK, okay? We're gonna be better.
- Aunt Martha? - Yeah.
- Can you pass the cranberry? - Here you go, honey.
In fact, it's awsome for school wrap.
- Thank you. I needed that. - No.
Good.
I've never seen anyone doing anything like that before.
You've never seen anyone say grace before meal?
Our cousin's life experrince doesn't extend much
past marijuana cloud in his bedroom.
Oh. Really? That's great.
You know, Sandra, you're a really good person.
I was the one who wanted to bring him back to the pound
- But then you know... - I mean, seriously.
- I think it's very... - Pass the cranberry.
- Attractive. - Attractive?
Oh, that's... Seriously, Grandpa?
- Are you... - Shut up, okay?
He, he obviously has a keen eye for beauty.
Dude, this Jew and his dad always said like Hebrew shit
before he drank wine.
- Oh. - Hey, everybody.
Um... A toast.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Oh, wait, wait. It's bad luck to toast with water.
So here, here.
No, I don't think I can have that.
Oh, just... pretend.
A... Anyway. Um...
I, I just wanted to say to everybody here that I am...
on this special day...
very grateful that you're all in my life...
and, and in my wonderful children's life.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- This is lovely.
So fabulous.
Oh, Gosh! I wasn't gonna...
I wasn't gonna bring this up tonight, but, uh,...
since you guys are my rock...
I lost my job. I was um...
I, I was laid off.
There were layoffs at the hospital.
Oh, sweetheart.
I am so sorry.
These big corporations think they can do whatever they want.
- You know? I know a good labor lawyer. - Oh, you do, absolutely.
Oh, that's okay, Sheila. You know?
Um... I'll be fine.
Because you know what? My new boyfriend, he's a lawyer.
And so if I have some kind of case, I'm sure he'll tell me.
Lawyer boyfriend, really?
Yeah. No, the kids haven't met him yet.
Oh, wow. You know, you're always so positive, Linda.
You are a survivor.
You always find a way.
Yeah... I try.
But, uh, with the expenses of moving in and everything, uh, this month, I'm, I'm...
just a little short.
And I was just hoping that maybe just for a month or two.
And, and I, I could pay you back with interest.
L'chaim!
That was it.
L'chaim!
Derek, where are you going?
- Out. - All right. Drive safely now.
- Bye. - Bye, honey.
- Drive safely. - Okay.
Sweethearts, I want you to know...
that I'd help out if I could, but...
we just bought the house and I'm a little cash poor at the moment.
- Okay? - We understand.
Okay.
You know, it was exactly the same for us when we bought the new summer home.
Oh... Will you do something about her?
- Goodbye. Love you. - I love you.
- Love you. - Love you.
See you later. Take care of your mama.
Take care of your house.
That was a good Thanksgiving, sweetie. Thank you so much.
You know you could if you wanted to.
How many more times, Linda?
How many more?
I love you.
Hey, I, uh,...
I told my mom to go on without me.
- You wanna go for a walk? - Let's go.
Now it's a normal Thanksgiving.
So, you guys are having like,...
uh... money trouble?
Hey, call me attractive again?
What?
You know? Like you said before.
I don't know, I just like hearing you say it.
Well, you are.
Very...
attractive.
You're just hysterical.
You know, I know Beth thinks I'm a loser.
Because I don't dress like a vampire or whatever.
But...
I think you're a really good person.
I mean, you'd do anything for the people you love, and I...
I think that's...
I think that's rare.
Look...
I've had feelings for you since we were, like...
little kids since our moms started working together.
Yeah, I know.
You do?
Yeah. I mean, I'm not retarded.
So like, why didn't you ever say anything?
Oh, I don't know.
I guess I just always liked the idea of having a smart...
good-looking, older man pining after me.
Oh, Davey.
But,...
it's not like I didn't have feelings for you back or anything. It's just...
Listen.
you don't want to get involved with someone like me.
Okay?
Come on, don't give me that.
I've known you since like forever. I know who you really are. And...
you know, I'm, I'm away at school now. This could be our last chance to...
- you know? - The long distance thing is really rough.
Yeah, but...
you know, I'm willing to give it a go.
First,...
you have to think of 10 words to describe my beauty.
You know, other than "attractive."
Okay. Um...
You're...
you're beautiful.
- Okay. - You're...
gorgeous.
You're...
lovely.
You're...
cute. I don't know.
You're handsome.
Can I kiss you now?
Oh, look at a dead bird.
Hi.
How was your walk with David?
He didn't try to hold your hand, did he?
He is...
very sweet.
And I'm just not quite sure what to do with that.
So... Yeah, well.
Anyways, I've been brushing up on my Residential Tenancies Act.
Once we miss rent and the landlord starts the process
we've got another six weeks or so.
Which means we'll be evicted mid-January.
Just in time for my birthday.
Well, I hate to destroy your smug, know-it-all sense of self, Beth, but...
I actually overheard Mom on the phone with her mysterious lawyer-boyfriend and uh...
it kinda sounded like he was willing to help out with the rent.
Wow! Lawyer boyfriend's real?
- Evidently. - I hadn't realized
Mom could still fuck above her pay grade.
Well, she can and he's apparently quite a bit older than her.
I would like to offer you... this... brownie.
Um, me and your mother are going to dinner.
She baked you a brownie.
- I did, I baked you a brownie. - All day, she was slaving.
All of these brownies, I baked for you.
Just take a bite.
- Okay, I'll take a bite. - And...
Okay.
Hhh! Yummy!
- I like him. - Do you?
Morning.
Which one are you? Sandra or Beth?
I'm the one you should let go of.
- Please. - Mmm-Hmm.
What's wrong with you? Come on.
- Let go of me. - Hey, hey!
I came to talk to you. What's wrong with you, huh?
Calm down.
Why do you wear so much makeup?
You're pretty girl. You shouldn't cover your face.
You look like a fucking vampire. Huh!
- Please, Steve. - Calm down. Come on, baby.
Come on, baby. You and me. You and me.
Just calm down. Huh?
Let me see it. Huh?
Do another "what if".
What happened?
Make me feel better.
Now.
Okay, okay.
Okay. Um...
Okay, what if we were um... like Bonnie and Clyde?
- You know, and we ran away... - No, no.
I wanna do a happy one. Please.
- A happy one, okay. - Yes.
Okay.
Um... Okay.
Um... What if uh...?
What if...? Oh, okay, okay.
Okay, remember um...
that trip that we took to the lake?
Uh... right before...
Mom and Doug broke up?
You know, with Bobby and everybody?
That was fun.
As if...
Toast.
To family in all it's wonderful forms.
And...
to finally having a real man around the house.
Merry Christmas.
- What's the words? - Here, let me dance.
Happy New Year!
My girls!
You wanna go to bed?
No, the ball hasn't dropped yet.
It has, actually.
Stop, Mom. Stop, stop.
- Come here, sweetie. - Get the fuck off me!
How many Valentines did you get?
- Which one is your girlfriend? - Can I have all the candy now?
Mom?
Mom!
Oh, my God.
Come on, Bobby, let's start your homework.
Jesus Christ!
So, Mom...
I was wondering if I could have some friends over and stuffs.
Okay.
- Ready? Here, we go. - Who had done it?
Amazing.
- What? - Give me, give me three.
Here's two more.
All right, let's go. We're all in.
Hey, where's the little guy tonight?
He's uh... with his asshole father.
Oh, such an asshole.
I know, Bobby's a goddamn handful...
but the best part of having kids is making em, right?
- Right, Steve? - Yep.
Right, Steve.
I love it here.
Now let's play cards, huh?
We love having you here, Ainsley.
Ainsley? Mom...
- You in? - It's Ashley.
- Sorry. - All right, let's go. Come on.
- I thought Ainsley was pretty. - You in?
- Yeah. - You wanna go?
Anyway, I think you will appreciate this.
Because you are a woman and I can see in your eyes.
You have that look in your eyes.
- Thank you. - You're going? Put them in.
Steve here really knows how to make a girl feel good.
You know, down there.
- You know what I'm saying, right? - Mom! No, Mom!
- Come on, let's play cards. - Like five times in a row!
Are you in or out?
- I'm out. - You in?
- Yes. I'm in. - Could you pass me that? Thanks.
I don't know if I can be in or out. You have to tell me.
Don't show me your cards.
- I don't know what to do. - All right, you're out then.
- Okay. - What have you got?
You in or out?
I'm in.
Beth?
- Like whore. - All right, you guys owe me.
Beth.
You're not good. You have to tease all his.
Because you're not good.
I'm out.
Come on, Steve. Let's go to bed.
Come on, let's just go to bed.
Come on, come on. Come on, come on, come on!
- Oh! - Great!
Jesus Christ!
- Stop it. Ah! - Jesus Christ!
Jesus fucking Christ! I hate this game!
I'm sorry.
Mom, just go to bed, please!
Just go. Go to bed.
Okay.
Just go.
Oh, my gosh!
- Sorry. - You know, I hate to repeat myself.
- But... - I'm sorry!
- your mom is awesome. - Steve!
Nasty playing.
- Thanks, Ash. - Steve!
Hey.
What?
Listen, my dad keeps a chainsaw in the garage.
And it'll cut through anything. A tree, a wall,...
a mother.
How about a mother's boyfriend?
Why not?
She's drinking again.
I mean, she's barely functional.
- She lost her job, and this new guy.. - Whoa, wait, let's go back.
When was your mother diagnosed an alcoholic?
Never, I, I guess.
She went to a meeting a couple of years ago once, but...
she said the whole thing wasn't for her.
And have you guys experienced any physical or sexual abuse?
Well, nothing worth mentioning at this point.
Is your mom being abused?
Well, no, not yet.
But, I mean, we've been here before. I mean, we need like...
- a preemptive strike or something. - Look, I believe you.
But without a record of abuse or alcoholism,
you're just gonna sound like
a couple of kids that don't like their moms new boyfriend.
Now you've got to document everything.
How much she drinks,
any signs of neglect,
inappropriate behavior on the part of the boyfriend,
and then, maybe, we can reconnect.
What'd she say?
By the time they do anything, I'll be the alcoholic neglecting my kids.
Shit.
Dad, we wanted to talk to you about something serious.
Mom's drinking again.
Again or still?
Again. She stopped for a while, but...
now she's off the wagon. And...
I don't have any legal rights here. Your mother has full custody.
We're still your daughters.
We need your help.
Don't throw that at me.
In the beginning, you two wouldn't even take your visits with me. And now,...
only time I hear from you is when you need money.
Come on, Dad. I mean, we were little then.
I mean, how were we supposed to know what was going on?
And really, when's the last time that we ever asked you for money?
- Like seriously? - Okay.
That was uncalled for.
I could talk to your mom.
But, we all know I'm the last person she'd listen to.
- We can't live there anymore, Dad. - It's not that simple.
I have another family now.
She's my sister, girls.
And if I've ever been sure of anything,...
I'm sure that she loves you.
Yeah, that doesn't really have anything with love.
You need to give her more time.
You just moved,
and she just lost her job.
That's a lot of stress.
And what she needs now is your patience...
and your support.
Okay.
Come on.
- Oh, oh, oh, ah. - Mom.
Look at me. Look at me!
Why are you letting this happen?
Huh?
I'm doing it for you.
Don't you have school today?
It's reading week.
It's what?
I said, it's reading week.
- Asshole. - Don't be a little snotnose, huh?
What are you gonna do, huh? What are you gonna do?
Let me tell you something.
You and your sister better change your attitude around here.
So, let me explain the situation to you.
Without me,...
you, your sister, and your little brother are out in the fucking street.
Out! Out of my fucking house!
You fucking asshole! You get out of here!
- Hey! Hey! - Hey! Hey! Listen to me!
Don't ever touch my sister or my mother again, you fucker!
You get out of here! No!
- Beth! - No!
Wait, wait, wait. Please.
Beth, he's hitting her.
I saw bruises all over her body.
So, uh...
I think...
I mean, what's left?
Are we gonna run away?
I don't know what to do anymore.
God, you know, I'm so sick of this.
I am. I'm, I'm so tired of her dragging us down all the time.
I mean, look at us! We're beautiful, talented.
We have so much potential.
I mean, I'm gonna be this amazing actor and doctor.
And... you're gonna do amazing things
and be really, really rich. And...
I don't know. I'm just...
I'm so tired...
of wasting our time, trying to survive.
You know?
Helping her survive.
I, I mean, what if...?
We could...
Hi, girls.
Ohh...
You've both been through so much.
And you've taken care of each other
and of your little brother.
And I'm so proud of you.
I have a little present for you both.
What is it?
Oh, shit!
I'll be right back.
Oh, Linda!
What if...?
Seriously?
So I hear you and Donny broke up.
Um, yeah, it's amicable.
I'm gonna see if he'll give me some sort of settlement.
Maybe, his Escalade.
Are you guys talking about me?
Duh, Ashley, 'cause all we ever do is talk about you.
Donny really is loaded, huh?
You know, there might be a way that Sandra and me
could get our hands on that kind of cash.
All I'm saying is, if our mom was to die somehow,
we would get about $100,000 in insurance money.
I looked it up.
Where did you look it up?
I found her policy number, checked the terms online.
Yeah, and we might even be able to still live in our house.
You know, were both over 16. So...
we could all live together, you know? Be one big happy family.
But if we were sent to a relative, it'd be Aunt Martha.
- Who's loaded, which is a good thing. - Yeah.
And what about Bobby?
Well, Bobby'd be sent to live with his dad. But that's what Bobby wants.
And remember...
Doug never hit Bobby.
Only Mom.
Come here.
You're not seriously talking about killing your mom for money?
No, but...
even if I was,
it wouldn't be just about the money.
It would be because our lives aren't gonna get any better with her in them.
Come on. I'm just messing with you.
I wanna play.
You are one twisted bitch.
- Thank you. - So...
how would you do it?
You know, if you were really going to kill her?
It says here we don't get any insurance money for...
suicide.
And you guys don't have a garage, either.
Stairs? Statistically, it's kind of a stretch.
Can't be sure she'll be dead.
You know...
the way we gotta do it...
is to get her plastered...
make her take a bath...
and make it look like she drowned.
Yeah.
I don't think Bobby would mind if we made it into like...
- Well, one of them should have. - What's he doing here?
Hi, honey.
Hey, sweetheart.
Why aren't you drunk?
Did you run out of money?
Ha-ha. Very funny.
All right, girls. Come sit down.
We need to talk to you about something.
Sit down.
So...
what do you guys think of mine and Steve's relationship so far?
I don't think I understand the question.
Well, um...
things are getting pretty serious
and, uh, Steve thinks it's for the best that we all move in together.
So wait.
He's moving in here?
No, we, me and your mother discussed that maybe...
it'd be best for everyone if you all moved into my place.
It's larger. It's...
both you girls would have your own rooms, more privacy.
I think you'd like it there.
What do you think?
I bathed you, for fuck's sake.
I see the bruises that he gives you.
I know that you see the looks that he gives Beth.
And it's... No, ah...
I don't know what you're telling yourself is happening here.
And how can you be so fucking pathetic all the time?
I can't believe I'm saying this, but...
the guy's got money.
- What? - I know.
But listen to me, okay?
The way that we're going,
we're gonna be in a shelter in less than a month.
- Okay, yeah, it's messed up. - Wow.
I'll have to...
maneuver around him.
But it's better than being on the streets, Sandra. And...
Nope.
I'll just, like, spend more time at Justin's or something.
Okay, but you say that like it's no big deal, Beth. Okay?
Do you honestly think that he's not gonna catch you alone like once or twice?
- I'll deal. - You'll deal?
- Yes. - Okay, you'll deal.
But then what about me?
Hmm? Or Bobby?
Or what about Mom?
I mean, I'd rather kill her than watch her let another guy treat her like this.
First of all, that logic that you have there is fucked. Okay?
Who gives a shit about her anymore?
She clearly does not give a shit about us.
No. You know what? Your attitude about this is what's fucked, Beth.
Okay? You're only thinking about yourself.
Okay? You're being really selfish.
And I'm trying to think about everybody, including Mom.
Fine, go.
Death from suffocation, cerebral hypoxia,...
cardiac arrest.
Okay, everyone.
Basically, it doesn't matter how long a person's unconscious for.
You know, as long as they're underwater for four minutes, then they drown.
Until then, they can still technically be alive.
With a varying degree of brain damage.
Yeah. Basically.
Wait the full four minutes.
I mean, the last thing you guys need is a vegetable for a mom.
Are you guys doing your murder club thing in here?
Get out.
Meow.
Okay. So, beforehand, we need to make sure
that she's still conscious.
Glee club meeting.
Oh. Sorry about that.
Like I said, beforehand we need to make sure that she's still conscious.
Okay? Because it's not like we can carry her to the bathroom.
She needs to walk herself.
You know, I can probably swipe some of my mom's Tylenol
with codeine that she got when she had her back problem.
Mixed with booze.
Those things'll turn anyone into a puppet.
Yeah. And I mean,...
even if she wakes up and starts to fight back,
we'll just stop, you know?
- It'll look like we're helping her. - Hmm. Yeah.
Funny!
And if her lungs fill up with enough water,
she'll be dead in a day or two.
You know, I told, like, my entire homeroom about our little club,
everyone thinks it's hysterical.
Hey, I wonder if we'll get an EC credit on our college apps.
Oh, you think, huh?
Stop it, okay? Enough!
I can't believe that you guys aren't taking this seriously, like at all!
What's her damage?
You went rather ape-shit in the bathroom today.
We were just screwing around.
Yeah, well, that's fine. I mean, you've got Justin now,
so I guess you don't really need me that much.
That's so stupid.
- He's not replacing you or anything. - You know, it's kinda it, Beth, actually.
But you know what? It's fine. Let's forget the whole thing
And you can take care of yourself and I can take care of myself, okay?
That'll be that.
You're such...
I swear to God. His eyes never looked at my face.
Eew! Mr. Weinberg is such a perv!
Like...
No, I don't.
Another one.
Can you keep it down here, please?
- A pair of five. - I'm talking.
- You beat me. - I just feel a little tired.
- You know... - I'm paying rent here,
I'm paying rent on my place.
- Do you think that's fair to me? - I know. No.
- It's not fair. - Do you think I'm asking...
- What you need now? - Hey, come on!
Take it outta here, huh?
- But he won! You won, Bobby! - Hey!
- You won! - Goddamn it.
What the hell is wrong with you?!
- For Christs sake! - Get the fuck away from him!
Jesus Christ!
I'm trying my heart out!
- Hey! Hey! - Enough of this!
I'm done with this goddamn place!
- Are you okay? - I'm outta here!
I've had enough!
- Are you okay, Bobby? - You let him do this!
Oh, my God.
Steve.
Steve!
Steve!!
It's okay, Bobby.
Sh! Sh! Sh! Sh!
Okay, you were right.
Just please,...
tell me what we can do to make this stop.
Bobby?
You're going to your dad's this weekend.
Ok...
Hey, shotgun! Now.
I know, I know. It sucks to be you.
Ohh!... I'm so sorry.
Okay.
So,...
Oh, okay. Okay, okay.
So I am entrusting you two to make a reservation
for 7:00 pm at Jack Russells, okay?
- Okay. - Okay, okay.
And then we'll dump any excess pills
or any gloves into separate garbage cans in the parking lot, okay?
Oh, oh, and, uh, when we get home...
uh, I wanna be the one to make the 911 call.
- Really? - Someone needs to be crying. And...
as we all know, I'm nothing short of a brilliant actress.
- Yes, brilliant, darling, brilliant. - Wait, wait.
Guys, didn't we say we were just screwing around with this stuff?
I mean, Ashley,
if you wanna pussy out, now would be opportune.
Whatever.
Did anybody see you?
No.
Keys.
This is uh...
this is really fucked.
If you don't like your life, you gotta do something to make it better, right?
Isn't that what you told me?
Yes.
So?
It's okay, don't worry.
Don't worry, it's okay.
Be careful.
I love you.
I know.
I love you too, dipshit.
I am off to go buy booze with Ashley's allowance. So...
how does my fake ID look?
- Wendy Goldstein. - Weren't you at my Bat Mitzvah.
I'm sure I saw you there. Weren't you? No?
No?
Now don't worry, okay?
I am going to be fine.
What are you doing up so early?
Well, I have a job interview.
I want to be on time.
Hey, so, um...
that was pretty crazy the other night.
With Steve, huh?
It won't happen again.
You'll see.
As I've never heard that one before.
- David. - Hey.
- What's up? - Hi. What, what are you doing here?
I just got back from school. I wanted to see you.
Um...
Now's not really a good time.
Why not? Is everything okay? Or...
Yeah, no, everything's good. It's just like, um,...
I kind of... I told Beth that I'd hang out with her all day.
You know?
So why can't I hang with you guys?
It's like, like a girls thing.
You know what I mean?
No, wait. Can I see you tomorrow, though?
Eh, eh, you just can't mess with peoples lives like this, Sandra.
- David, I... stop. - No. It's, it's over.
I'll, uh, I'll, I'll see you later.
You okay?
Brain going crazy?
Remember the time that Mom was passed out
and Lewis tried to fuck you?
Or that year that we barely slept
because that Ron guy kept crawling into bed with us?
Or that time that Doug broke Mom's jaw
and she was so drunk that she wouldn't even go to the hospital,
- Sandra? - Stop!
Beth?
Please.
Oh, I have such a fucking headache.
Language.
Here you go.
What've you got there?
They'll make you feel better.
Oh.
Thanks, angels.
I didn't get that job.
What are we gonna do?
Time for more pills.
Come on, Mom.
Party tonight?
Beth...
is having her party this week.
Oh, I like it when you party with me.
You're so cute.
Ashley wants us to videotape it.
Whatever.
Oh.
Justin's worried we're gonna kill her with the booze and pills.
I have the stopwatch set for four minutes.
- Bath time? - Oh, why?
Just starting to have fun.
Yeah.
Come on, Mom.
Let's go get you cleaned up.
I didn't think I was dirty.
Come on.
Let's get that lovely puke smell out of your hair.
Stop!
What?
You forgot these.
But our prints are already all over her. I mean, she's our mom.
Whatever. Just put them on.
Please.
Sandra.
And remember.
Open palm.
She bruises easily.
Oh, my God!
Ashley, now is not a good time.
Beth.
Huh.
Beth!
Why?
I...
That's four minutes.
My God, it's four minutes?
I took her ATM card.
I figured we should treat for dinner, okay?
- Beth, wait! - Come on!
Meow.
So, did you do it?
I can't believe it.
Holy shit.
I don't know.
It's not like I thought it would be. Not like in the movies.
So you said she went into convulsions?
Yeah, like, I mean, we knew she would.
But for a minute, it was almost like she woke back up for a second.
- It was scary. - Whoa, what do you mean she woke back?
- Start from the beginning. - Fuck you!
- What is your damage?
I mean, look at you! You just fucking left me there!
Sandra! Chillax!
Is there a problem here?
No.
Sandra?
Sandra, look at me.
Come here. Come here. Look at me.
We have to be strong, okay?
Now is the time to be strong. Look at me.
No, no, no, this isn't real.
This, this isn't real. This is just...
just one of those fantasies, like, what if we were to kill Mom, you know?
- It's real. - It's isn't real, right?
It is real.
Okay?
But everything is gonna be so much better now.
I promise you.
Okay, come on. Look at me, look at me, look at me.
- Look at me. - It isn't real.
Just do what I tell you and we're gonna be okay.
Okay.
Hello?
My mom's not breathing! Please help me!
No, I, I came, I came back from dinner with my sister
and... No, she...
I don't know what happened! She's not breathing! Please!
I need like a fucking paramedic.
Or something please.
Yes.
It's...
3... 310 Jackson.
Tic, tic.
We tried everything we could.
I'm very sorry.
Anything I can get you girls?
No. Thank you.
All right.
Let us know when you're ready.
We need to ask both of you some questions.
Okay.
She was drinking when we left. She gave us her ATM card to go to dinner.
We found her when we got home. She must have really drunk when she decided to take a bath.
Where?
They're gonna do a blood alcohol test to confirm she was drunk.
Death by vodka.
When I take a bath, I put the curtain on the outside.
The medical examiner says he's ready to conclude death by accidental drowning.
Okay.
So?
Doug has already moved all of Bobby's things to his home, which is great.
It'll be key for Bobby to have the support of his father during all this.
Thank you.
We tried to get in touch with your father, but he has yet to return our calls.
Now, as far as the two of you are concerned,
though, you are legally old enough to live on your own,...
Child Services prefers that you live with a friend or a relative.
Your aunt has offered to take you.
Is that an arrangement that would work for the two of you?
Apparently, your school already thinks that you live with me.
Whoa!
Yay!
Yay for us! Yes!
I'll take that as a "yes".
Her compassion and sensitivity were envied.
And I think we can all agree...
Linda had a great love for her children.
- She would do anything for those three... - Notice how everyone's leaving out
that she was a pathetic alcoholic prone to dating assholes?
... you come back to like her.
Ready?
All right, you got that, Beth?
All right.
Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my god!
Ha! A flat-screen TV.
Yep, yep, yep!
Whoa! Whoa!
Beth!
Oh!
Everyone deals with these things differently.
This is amazing.
- Well,... - Thank you.
- I'm glad, I'm glad. - So much.
Got it? Oh!
No, don't.
Seriously, I'm not into PDAs.
Since when?
The whole school is talking about what happened.
They're like, did they kill her like they said they were gonna
or was it an accident like the papers are saying?
Oh, yeah, and I almost forgot the best part.
I was talking to Donny about my party this weekend,
and he specifically asked if you were going to be there.
Wait...
Wait, wait, wait.
Like, like Donny? Like biceps Donny?
Like your ex-boyfriend Donny? That Donny?
No, no, no, no! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Okay, wait, wait. Are you okay with that? Like...
Yes, I told you, I dumped his ass.
Wow! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
- Oh, my god! - I think you...
- Justin! - Okay, okay!
Hey, can I get your picture for the school papers?
- Thanks. - Thanks.
Whoa!
Okay.
Hey, you.
Donny!
Donny, isn't this a great party?
I mean, I love... foreplay.
Right.
- So listen. - Yeah?
I gotta ask you the big question.
Thank you. But,...
I'm not really the marrying type.
- Yeah? - You know what I'm talking about.
Oh.
Oh, that.
Yes, yes. Um...
Yeah, we, we pumped a cap in her ass.
Yes, I mean, it was like bang!
- Come on, Sandra. - Bang! You know?
What do you want? You!
She, she didn't even help.
You know, she's... she's such a coward.
I did it with one hand.
And it only took me four minutes.
What, what was it like, you know?
What was it like to actually...
- kill somebody, you know? - I don't know.
Hey, hey, hey! Give the chick some space.
Come on, move.
Sh! Sh! Sh!
She killed her mom.
Can you please give me a second. So like...
Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Guys, check it.
Let's just get her home before she does something stupid.
- Wait, wait, guys. Stop! - Again.
You're no fun anymore.
If any of this gets to the police, Ashley, she'll be totally screwed.
It just takes one person to snitch to the cops and we're dead!
No offense, but...
I really don't wanna be seen with your sister right now.
Justin, go!
You helped us do it.
No matter how far you distance yourself from us,
nothing can change the fact that you helped us.
Okay. Fine.
- Whoo-hoo! - Yeah!
Take it off! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!
Guys, that's enough.
Take it off! Take it off!
Come on, Sandra. What are you doing? Come on.
Put them away. Come here. Put them away.
Party's over, guys.
- Party's over. - Oh, guys, please.
Well, if it isn't Drunky McPlastered.
Okay.
All right.
Ohh.
Oh.
Well, best I can tell from Ashley's ramblings
you two ended up at the same house party.
Where you got wasted, and...
once again confessed to murder several times before wandering off.
So...
here I am.
Come on, let's go hose you down.
Ah! Ow! Ow! Ow!
Ow!
What?
You remind me of Mom.
I'm just worried about you.
It's like, you've already had to handle so much in your life, you know.
And now this.
Is that pot?
You know...
David, I'm...
I, I'm not like this girl you keep imagining that I am.
And what exactly am I imagining you...
- as? - Good.
Well, you're not a bad person.
You're just a person who's had a lot of bad stuff happen to her.
Do I uh...
What?
Do I remind you of her?
No.
Whatever.
I cheated on you.
Hmm?
You don't believe me?
I think you don't know how to let people care about you.
I think all you know how to do is push people away.
I did a really bad thing, David.
Look, that doesn't matter to me.
It doesn't matter if we're, we're together...
or if we're just friends or whatever.
Look, I just want you to know...
that I care about you.
And I'll always care about you.
Okay? Always.
What if I uh...
what if I told you her death wasn't an accident?
I don't understand.
Yeah.
Yeah, I uh...
I blew a guy in a movie theatre while my girlfriend watched.
Why don't you think about that while you're caring about me?
Hey, I lied.
You do remind me of her.
Hey, hey, hey.
Sandra?
Oh, shit!
No. Please, please.
Please, let me go.
No!
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I love you more than anything, you stupid idiot.
No, no. You didn't see her die.
You didn't see her die!
We did what we did to make our lives better and it worked.
No, Beth.
You didn't do anything.
I did it alone.
- I killed Mommy alone. - I know.
You know?
I know and I'm so sorry.
If I could go back, I would do things differently.
Okay? I would.
But, you've got to stop talking about it now, okay?
Please, for you and me?
Just for you and me, we have to stop talking about it. Okay?
Yeah, hi.
Who do you talk to if you think you have an information about a murder?
Checking to make sure you didn't leave anything stupid in cyberspace.
You don't trust me?
What's up?
Hey.
So what do you want?
I'm just uh...
I'm sorry.
What are you sorry for?
I don't know.
Everything.
You know, everything that's happened to you and...
what I said about you,...
thought about you.
That's okay. I mean...
at least, you were thinking about me, right?
You wanna go for a drive?
Yeah, that sounds boring.
This okay?
Yeah, yeah, it's all good.
It's all good. It's all good.
You know, um...
You're acting really weird. Like even for you.
No, I'm not. I just...
I, um...
That comment that you made the other night
when we saw each other, it's been driving me nuts.
I can't sleep at night.
Yeah.
The movie theatre thing?
No.
The other thing. Um...
about your mom's death not being an accident.
Like, what did you mean when you said that?
I don't know.
It's okay, you know? You can...
talk to me.
Yeah, I know.
I know, you, you care about me, right?
I don't know. I...
I just don't really know how I'm supposed to act, you know?
It's uh...
sucks.
Yeah, it's like...
nobody really cared about her when she was alive, and...
now nobody really cares that she's dead. So...
Are you saying that uh...
somebody like,...
killed her?
Okay.
Listen, you like really don't have to lose any sleep over it.
Okay? I mean,...
it's not like we're gonna do it again.
You know?
It's not like we're Bundy or anything.
You know?
That's it.
I thought they were all talk.
Hells, no, I didn't have anything to do with it.
Those girls are pure sketch.
They lie for attention, you know?
I mean, this isn't the first time.
And yet not one of you... thought it was your responsibility
to pick up the phone and report a possible murder?
I'm saying one of your friends wore a wire.
We have Sandra's confession on tape.
Whatever.
It doesn't matter anyway.
We lied about killing our mom.
We like to mess with people like that.
That's a pretty sick thing to be telling people.
Well, what can I say?
We're pretty messed up.
There is a big difference between being a pathological liar...
and a murderer.
So you say you got to the Jack Russell restaurant around 7:15 PM?
I want to see my sister. Where is she?
She's... She's in another room.
Well, let me see her.
Absolutely. Just as soon as we're done here.
No, I, I want to see her now.
I'm not gonna answer any more questions without Beth.
- Is she your lawyer? - Yeah.
Yeah, sure.
Sandra, we have you admitting everything on tape.
So why don't you just tell me what I need to hear, and then...
I'll take you to see Beth.
I wanna see her... now.
- Well, it's not that simple. - Why not?
You're not getting this, are you?
Beth's in a lot of trouble.
Why? She had nothing to do with it.
Beth!
As we all know, it is a common occurrence for accused persons,
especially youths,
to confess to crimes they never committed.
What are you asking for here?
Given the gross constitutional violations
and the sisters fragile emotional states,
I request house arrest until trial.
- Your Honor.. - I'm gonna agree to that.
The way those officer's behaved,
you're lucky I'm not throwing the whole thing out.
Court's adjourned.
Thank you, Your Honor.
Okay, see?
I told you girls, it's gonna be fine.
We're gonna get all this straightened out.
- I've got hot chocolate. - Awsome!
Yay!
What are you guys playing?
- Plane. - Ooh, can I play?
- Come on. - No, I, um...
I, uh...
I don't think that we should go, um, in there.
Why not?
It's okay. Sandra. It's okay.
Okay, let's go, let's go.
Yes. Oh, my god, Beth
Okay. I told you I deleted every single e-mail, IM, text.
I update, everything.
I mean, I even destroyed my old cell phone.
- Well then, what are you doing now? - You know what I'm doing?
I am in a Bieber and Selena Gomez chat room, okay?
Because I am going to lose my mind in this house.
Whatever.
Wait, what the hell are you doing?
- Okay, stop! What... - You have lost...
Sandra Anderson, Beth Anderson!
Detective Gates, Armstrong County Police Department.
I have a search warrant authorizing me to search these premises
for any contraband or information
pertaining to the suspicious death
- Aunt Martha? - of Linda Anderson.
- Are you kidding me? - Officer Eli, get the tower.
Okay, no, don't grab it. Because...
- Stay in the corner. - you handed us a piece of papaer...
- In the corner? Am I a dog? - You know, this is theft.
- Am I a dog? - You stop it right now.
- Okay, you're taking our anutie's? - Wallace.
- Seriously? - That's our cousins'.
- Oh, my God! - That is not that...
- Come on, please. - You can't do this.
- Well, well, well, what's this? - Take it.
- Why weren't we told about this? - Please, be my guest.
- Yes, take it. - Let's get this to Forensics as well.
Take it!
Is that the old laptop? I swear I threw it away.
And I brought it back in to make sure all the files were deleted.
Ashley testifies that she witnessed the planning of Linda Andersens murder,
and that she believes, though I didn't see it,...
that the sisters are guilty.
In exchange, she's not charged as an accessory
or in any other manner in connection with this murder.
Good?
Works for me.
I just...
I can't believe I got mixed up into all this.
They only latched onto me because I'm popular.
You're in a lot of trouble, son.
This evidence establishes you as a party to this murder
for supplying the Tylenol
with codeine that they used to drug her.
If you testify for the prosecution,
maybe I can get your sentence down.
I know I'm not supposed to contact you, but...
I wanted to tell you I'm sorry about the way I acted.
I love you.
I would never tell them anything about you.
Ashley and Justin made deals with the prosecution.
and they're testifying against you for their protection.
So with this computer forensic evidence,...
I think it's time we consider a guilty plea.
Try and work on the sentence instead.
I want you...
out of my house.
I didn't think we were allowed visitors.
The police made a special exception in my case.
Why?
Um...
Beth, do you think I could talk to Sandra alone just for...
like a minute?
We don't do that anymore.
See, Sandra here has proven herself incapable of being alone. So...
I was the one who wore the wire.
I just had to.
Call your next witness.
Ever since I can remember,
it was always my sister and me against the big bad world.
And ever since I can remember,
the world was bad because of our mother.
Given the overwhelming evidence,...
I find both defendants guilty of murder in the first degree.
I here by sentence...
each...
to ten years incarceration,...
the maximum allowable for youth.
The judge said he'd seen a lot of kids in worse off situations than ours.
But, didn't end up resorting to murder.
Why can't we see Bobby?
His dad probably won't let him.
Aunt Martha?
I don't think she wants to.
What... if?
Well, you know?
Now that she's gone.
Now that Mom's gone.
I guess from here on in,
the only people we have to blame for our stupid,
shitty lives...
- Beth, what's happening? - I love you!
The only people we have to blame
are ourselves.
As a condition...
for their sentence and their probation,...
the court orders that for the next 10 years...
Elizabeth and Sandra Anderson...
will have no contact with one another.
under any circumstances.
Sandra!
On June 30, 2006, Sandra was sent to a federal women's penitentiary.
Beth was sent to a youth detention center.
As youth offenders, the sisters were eligible for release
well before serving half of their ten-year terms.
Beth was granted parole in June of 2010.
Sandra was released to a halfway house in July of 2009.
Both Sandra and Beth are currently attending classes in university.
Sandra intends to apply to law school.
Because they were minors at the time of the offense,
their true identities will be forever protected.
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